From Azkaban To Hogwarts

‘In this classroom, there should be no problem——’

William compared the two practice rooms assigned to him and finally made his choice.

Compared to other classrooms, these two classrooms have been extra reinforced with magic. There are plenty of protective equipment in the classrooms - mats, thick blankets, and even protective glasses commonly used in greenhouses.

William rummaged through the cabinet under the podium. There were also herbs for stopping bleeding, such as white fresh herbs, and bottles for potions.

‘Well, this is Shengguling, this is for antiemetics, this is for treating coma – why isn’t there even a label? ’

While complaining about the unreliability of his former professor, William used magic to mark the bottle, and then closed the cabinet door.

Although he was here to experiment with magic, this classroom was not a private practice ground given to him. It would always be used by students when they came to class in the future. He had to check the facilities first.

"There's nothing wrong with the medicine. It's not expired. The mats need to be dried - we'll have to trouble the house elves for this, but there's no rush. Anyway, I don't have any preparations for practical lessons at the moment."

After confirming that all measures were good, William used magic to drag a dummy for himself - this was used to test the power of the spell.

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"Hey, do you think anyone will really go to Lockhart's club?"

In the corridor of the school, Ron, who had just finished studying all morning, asked his two friends.

"Should—right?"

Harry was a little unsure and answered hesitantly.

"In addition to theatrical performances, he has also come up with new tricks - those letters are not written by himself, are they?"

"No way, Ron—"

Harry rarely refuted Ron's opinion, "I spent a whole night replying to letters. Those letters came from all over the country."

"Yeah - all over the country, maybe my mother also contributed one." Ron responded angrily, "But I don't think it was a howler letter."

Mrs. Weasley was a fan of Lockhart, Harry had known it during the summer vacation. He wanted to laugh, but thought of the howling letter and held back.

"By the way, Hermione, what about you, you won't join that club, will you?"

Ron asked curiously, and was met with silence for a while.

"You want to participate?"

His voice couldn't help but get louder.

Then the three people suddenly saw the door of the classroom next to the road suddenly open.

When they looked over, the three of them involuntarily took half a step back - although they had seen everyone who came, but for some reason at the moment, the other person gave off a feeling that strangers should not approach him.

When the visitor saw them, he looked at them in surprise, then nodded slightly, locked the classroom door, and walked away without looking back.

It wasn't until the visitor walked far away that the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and realized that they were all the same, and then they calmed down.

"Just now, was that Professor William?"

Although it was common in the restaurant and Hagrid even introduced him, Ron still couldn't help but wonder.

"Yes, that's right, it's him."

Hermione nodded heavily. This professor was the second worst-charactered professor at Hogwarts she had ever seen. He didn't know why, but he seemed to be a different person today.

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After returning to his office and swallowing two chocolate frogs, William slumped down in his chair and let out a long breath.

‘It’s terrible. Is it still me just now? ’

William raised his arm, looked at the wand that had just given him the last warmth, and used it to summon a blue flame in mid-air.

Throwing the flame to the fireplace, William dragged the chair over and began to think about the training just now.

The training of the silent spell was completed smoothly. After reading enough information, he overcame the previous difficulties without much effort due to insufficient knowledge reserves, and completed the tasks he set for himself much ahead of schedule.

So, he started unplanned training.

As a professor of wizard self-defense magic learning courses, no matter how he changes the name of the course, he is bound to encounter black magic in his course preparation process - if he can't even understand it, how can he fight against it?

He originally knew some dark magic, but how could those compare to the huge library of Hogwarts?

As a professor, William himself could access all the information in the library without anyone's approval, and during the course preparation process, he easily wrote down the black magic that had been targeted in various ways.

After the scheduled magic test was completed, he replaced the test dummy and began to practice black magic one by one.

To his expectation, he was able to master the simple black magic at his fingertips, and the black magic that was difficult for him to understand were not difficult during the test - for example, the body's memory is earlier than the brain's. Learned about these magics.

Even though he kept in mind that black magic should not be abused, and that every spell cast was a test of the heart and soul, and he stopped early with great restraint, the concentrated negative feedback also gave him a completely different perspective. experience.

‘What’s the reason for bad weather leading to bad mood? The reason for sudden jealousy in the morning? The reason for the curse? ’

While warming himself by the fire, William thought about the reasons why he had stopped training much earlier but still lost control slightly - in that situation, he felt as if he had become extremely calm and arrogant, and his whole personality became conflicted.

He even felt that he was looking at himself with his third vision - it was like having God's vision. It was uncomfortable, but he still wanted to sink in.

'Pause the practice of black magic. I have to look up more information before I can continue to start daily training - I have just experimented with eleven kinds of magic, so in the future, even in battle, the amount of black magic used cannot be exceeded at one time, eh , more than eight! ’

Lying in the office, William silently set rules for himself, and then warned himself that it would be best not to touch black magic at all in the next week.

After struggling for a long time, he finally felt himself getting warm under the heat of the flames, and the feeling of being cold and distant was completely eliminated from his mind.

'The wizards who study these all day long may have mental problems. Although these spells are either incredibly powerful or have weird effects that normal magic cannot do, after being exposed to them for a long time, they are no better than Azkaban. The distortion of people in broken places is low - wait, is it because I have been in Azkaban that I am more affected? ’

William speculated.

Boom boom.

There was a knock on the door, "Professor, it's me, Bart - it's lunch time. Do you want to go to the restaurant to eat, or should I bring it to you?"